Suddenly having visions of my chiropractor. Nice as can be woman, but I wouldn't want to piss her off. After being put back together a few times, I'm convinced she could rip out my spine and use it as a putter if properly provoked.
Cheery thought for the day, Doctors and assassins use, more or less, the same knowledge about the bodies bits and pieces.

The "Net" seems to hold well enough, but I could feel the ends of the screen until it healed up. It's like having a peice of window screen implanted. Better than having the innards falling out though
